He said he hadn't worn one in about 20 years. After he got it on she invited him on top of her. As he knelt over to her he asked her to grab his cock ...o feel how hard he was, and I soon relized he wanted her to guide his cock into her. Once she reached down and took hold of it and stroked it, he brought it in closer and stopped, asking if I was really okay with this. When I signaled I was, one hand on my cock and the other giving a thumbs up, she said "Wait, come closer to me." I sat on the. I know the myth about black men having huge cocks but this one was about 7 inches and skinny. I was stroking him pretty hard (it was my first time) and he told me to ease up, that I was gripping to hard. I did as he requested and continued to play with him. I heard the guy in the chair next to me say I have to get some of this action and soon he was standing next to the black guy. He reached out and grabbed my free hand and placed it on his cock. He was only about 5 inches but was thicker. The biting sarcasm of Gina’s cheery sitcom greeting sunk in and my heart jump-started with an explosion of shame. I looked up from the kitchen sink. Gina stood motionless at the entry door in her ankle length fur, hand on hip, glaring, askance. Her beauty struck me to stone. Inexplicable guilt seared my heart, fear froze my will, and lust clotted my throat.?Well?? She raised a hand as if to accept something from me. What did she want? What did my beautiful tyrant want? With a nasty laugh, she. When his tongue reached out to taste his lips, I felt a jolt spread throughout the lower part of my body. I knew I couldn’t sit at the bar for too much longer without causing a scene. Rob leaned forward to talk directly in my ear, “Should we continue in your room?”I glanced over to where my husband had been sitting, but he was no longer there. I’m sure it was the alcohol I had consumed that made me agree to his suggestion. We walked together to the elevator with the only physical contact being.